Page 72 of Her Brother's Keeper

“Thanks, man.”

I picked her up carefully, balancing her in my arms. She stirred and squeaked, startled, but her arms went around me in perfect love and perfect trust and I was glad I had her to myself tonight. To take her to my bed and to sleep with her in my arms, no barriers, no bullshit, justus.

Cell followed us out the back and into the cold, both of us stopping just inside the back door to lay her coat over her for the short trek to the outbuilding my room lay in. He dropped her boots inside my door and said, “Night bro,” before shutting it tightly against the outside world, leaving me alone with my girl.

I set her down gently on the bed and put her jacket aside on the chair in the corner before I went back to her, kissing her lightly, letting my hand skim up under the hem of her form fitting, long sleeved, shirt. I lifted it over her head and she sighed in contentment, letting me take care of her.

I lost my shirt next and kicked off my boots. She lay and watched me, her breath catching when my shirt came all the way off. I was glad I still had it, and that she liked what she saw. She reached for me as I nudged her knees apart with my own, covering her mouth with mine. She tasted so damn good, salty sweet, a perfect combination. I let my hands roam over her sides and edge beneath her to go for the clasp on her bra.

I couldn’t quite get it, instead, all I was getting was frustrated with my clumsy attempts as a grown ass man to get my girlfriend’s bra undone. Maren didn’t help my ego any by giggling. Finally, she pulled her mouth from mine and whispered, “It’s a front clasp bra, lover.”

I bowed my head, my forehead lightly touching her chest, above and between her breasts as we laughed together over it. A laugh I turned into a gasp and a moan when I pulled one cup aside and took her nipple into my mouth, suckling gently.Did I ever think I could be this happy or turned on?I thought to myself.

No. I couldn’t remember a time with anyone else; no matter how hard I tried.

Maren arched pressing her breast into my mouth, her fingers twining in my hair, holding my face to her chest as she moaned, a very feral and adult sound passing between her lips. I tried like hell to think about anything and everything other than her age but for the first time since we’d met all I kept thinking was things likebarely legal teen.I tried not to let it deter me. Unfastening her bra and sliding it off her lithe arms, even as her legs, a mile long each, went around my hips, our jeans a tight and unwelcome barrier between us as I kissed my way back up to her mouth.

“Nox,” she moaned, and I ground my crotch into hers at the breathy plea in her voice. God, I wanted to give it to her. I wanted to take everything she had to give and I wanted to make her scream my name to the heavens.My personal angel, defiling her in the sweetest possible way in front of man, and god, until she was earthbound and tied to me forever.

“Nox,please,” she begged and I smiled, a wicked, almost cruel curve of lips.

“Please, what, Angel?”

“Mm, fewer clothes.”

I reached for her waistband while she writhed, rubbing herself against me as I worked them open. I peeled them down her legs, taking her socks with them, and for a second I couldn’t breathe. She was so beautiful, nude and perfect, waiting in my bed.

I knelt between her thighs and watched her watch me as I undid my button fly; one button at a time. I didn’t do boxers or briefs, so the light in her dark gaze, smoldering with raw heat as each glimpse of flesh was made, was so worth taking my time over it. Never mind that my dick was granite in my pants, so hard and straining to the point I thought it was a real possibility it was going to fall off before I got the chance to use it.

I about died and went straight to heaven when she wrapped her long, elegant fingers around the straining flesh, stroking it gently. I stopped in any efforts I had to shuck my pants off the rest of the way and watched her face as she teased my dick with her gentle little touches.

Eventually, it just wasn’t enough for me and I edged my hips back, taking my cock back out of her reach. After that, it was a game of how quick I could get out of my pants without tripping over myself, and which drawer did I stash the fucking condoms in. I pulled one out of the bedside drawer and ripped open the gold foil with my teeth, extracting the rubber, slick with lube, with my fingertips.

Maren watched me, hungrily, as I rolled it down the length of my cock, and reached for me once I had it settled at my throbbing base. I smiled and settled between those mile long legs of hers and pressed myself against her opening.

I would like to have gone down on her, but I needed this; I needed inside of her before I couldn’t take it anymore and went stark raving mad. I pressed gently until I slipped into her, pausing when she jumped, a little unexpected, moving again only when I was sure I hadn’t hurt her.

She was unused to sex, I got that. I wasn’t the clumsy little boy she’d had her first few times with. I was a man, and I was going to love her like a woman, not an inexperienced teenager. I started by making eye contact while I filled her to the brim. I moved slowly, letting her body adjust, making sure I did it right and that she was feeling nothing but good.

Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her lips parted in a way that’d like to drive me wild as she breathed deep and even, arching beneath me. She was hot, wet, and so tight; soft and slick, and being inside her was justintense.

I bowed my head, stilling inside of her, kissing her deeply, and loved that I could take my time with her like this, that she wasn’t demanding, or in a rush either. We kissed, and I moved, she gasped, and I moaned, and we made love carefully, playing off each other, sharing like I had never shared with someone before. It was beautiful and perfect, and I could go like this all night and I planned to. Holy fuck, did I plan to…

Chapter 26

Maren

Sweet, blissful,torture.I wanted him, I wanted all of him, but Nox insisted on giving it to me in doses. His body moving over and inside me, taut and toned, hot and strong, loving me slowly, sweetly, until I lost my mind; my verysoulto him. We kissed, as he eased his way in and out of my body, and I almost couldn’t stand how beautiful he made me feel. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, letting myself get lost in the sensations, riding the gentle current that swept us up and carried us away.

I twined my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his lean hips, which made him groan. He played his lips and tongue against the side of my neck, making me shiver as a wave of tingling bliss washed over my back and down my arm, turning my nipple into a hard kernel of pleasure. I held onto him, rocking my hips into his every thrust and did everything in my power to remain an active participant; to give him everything he gave me in return.

“God,Maren,” he breathed and I dragged his lips to mine, cupping his face with my hands, the light stubble on his cheeks scraping my palms. It was everything I’d imagined and more, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

I dragged my lips from his after a time and murmured, “I want on top.” Just like that, faster than I could blink, Nox rolled, keeping himself deep inside of me and like magic, I was where I wanted to be, straddling his hips, riding him gently. The angle was deeper, somehow sharper than it had been before and it felt like he touched parts of me that were new; igniting a fire in my soul as I rose and fell, testing the waters. Nox rested his hands on my hips, thumbs sweeping encouragingly back and forth across the hollows left in front by the curvature of bone, as I ground my body over the top of his.

I gasped his name, feeling full and so maddeningly close to the edge. A glowing, effervescent feeling lifting me, causing my head to go back and my eyes to slip closed as I rode my lover and prayed for that final catalyst to send me arching like a roman candle across the sky.

Nox gave it to me. His thumb slipping in the wetness pooled between our bodies, seeking with the pad until he found his mark. Stroking over the super-sensitive flesh there until that lick of flame turned into an inferno and I jerked, clamping my legs tightly around him, letting out a cry I could scarcely believe was formed by my lips.

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